[So Kyna heads over to the speakeasy, claims two seats at the bar, and waits. It's still a little weird to think that Wash's team is here, mostly because he's spent the last six months telling her about them and worrying about them, but she never actually expected she'd meet them.
Plus, she's got Wash's dog tags looped around her neck, and she's not sure if Tucker's going to find that strange. Honestly, there's a lot of things about all of this he might find strange. Whatever. Tucker's matched all of Wash's descriptions so far, so this will probably be chill.]
[Welcome to a crash course in Blue Team and all the drama it entailed, Kyna! Maybe, if she was (un)lucky, she'd get Red Team next with all its infighting and insanity. It would only be worse with more Freelancers. That would be a complete tragedy, in and of itself.
Tucker slipped into the speakeasy, his eyes flickering around before landing on her. Sweet. A chick that didn't stand him up. He wove through the crowd, dropping into the saved empty chair, wondering how long it took to get drinks in a place like this.
The light catching the metal forced him to glance at the dogtags, Well, that was a surprise.] Daaaamn, getting serious there, aren't you? I guess this is like the formal meeting of the family now, huh?
[Wow, Kyna would have preferred obnoxious jokes like JT and Harlan have been making over something pointed like that. She shifts uncomfortably, fighting the instinct to brush it off, because that feels shitty.]
Um... I don't know. I guess we've been through a lot of bullshit together here. But it's not like he proposed or something.
[Kyna kicks the bottom of the bar with the toe of her boot absently.]
[No pressure, Kyna, except all the pressure. It's just that Wash was family, that damn family that you somehow got stuck with, and it took a lot to be let into the inner circle. Not just anyone could date one of his teammates.
Note: this did not apply to Tucker, in Tucker's mind. Seriously, anyone was allowed to date Tucker. Anyone. In fact, everyone one. Less dating, more banging. Strings just led to complications.]
Anything that gets me stumbling at the end of the night. [He grinned, happy for something to be going right; not much had since he arrived. Sure, Church was here, alive, but they had been fighting like crazy since they saw each other. Fuck. And then murder bots or some shit and this...just wasn't what he wanted it to be.
Really was par for the course.]
He is really good at getting people into way too much bullshit, right?
There's not always someone behind the bar, so sometimes you just have to make your own shit. And most of the alcohol is like... weird and mysterious.
[So you've been warned, Tucker. Kyna slips off of her stool and behind the bar, examining the bottles until she finds one that she thinks looks strong but not disgusting.]
Um... I guess it's been a medium amount of bullshit? My friends at home get me into more, probably.
No bartender? Don't they realize how dangerous that is? [Because he couldn't be the only one thinking of raiding the entire thing until he couldn't remember his name. Come on. Come freakin' on. In a world like this, how wasn't everyone an alcoholic?]
So, basically, we can do what we want? Sign me up.
[He smiled and took whatever it was she offered him; he hadn't exactly been paying attention. Would it kill him?
What a way to go.
He slammed it back, wrinkled his nose, and set the glass back down. Okay. Not...not horrible. Strong, but not as bad as the shit Grif made.]
Then you haven't been around him long enough. [How much of it was kidding? Hm.]
Yeah, living with monsters and a bunch of, well, us wouldn't make me not an asshole, so I can't exactly blame them.
[Earth. Okay, so they had something in common, at least. You know, other than Wash. He started to nod when he realized--]
Um, people from Earth don't have magic. I should know, because I would have used every invisibility spell out there for women's locker rooms and private time when door locks weren't enough. [Which was pretty much always.]
My Earth has magic. And no aliens. There are people here from Earths with no magic and no aliens. It's a plane shifting—uh... multiple universe thing.
Don't you mean, "smart"? What else are you going to use those powers for?
[He reached over the bar to grab a bottle. Refill. Perfect. He could get used to a place like this.]
We have enough aliens to share; you want ours? ...well, some of ours; a lot of them aren't so bad once you sit down and get to know them. [So, sayeth the ambassador himself. It was a lesson that had come surprisingly easy for him.] Though they smell fucking awful. Except Junior; he got my scent glands or something.
[Another drink and oh, fuck, that was rancid. His nose wrinkled as he coughed.] Shit.
Junior? You don't know? [Welllll, aren't we in for a treat? Tucker reached down into his pocket, fishing out a wallet like an old school dad indeed. Flipping it open, he pulled out a picture and passed it over to her. He lit up, smiling brightly, and there was no trace of anything abnormal about what he was presenting.
If you were looking for someone who was ashamed that he had an alien son? Yeah, you're not finding it.]
Junior's my kid, the one in the middle. He has a full basketball scholarship and got all that talent from me, along with his charm towards the ladies. Once he hits high school, he's going to get all the chicks.
[Kyna peers down at the picture, studying it. She's not weirded out, really. There are plenty of sentient races back home that don't look anything like humans, but she is confused.]
Um... I thought humans and aliens totally hated each other.
[Was that a good "Oh" or a bad "Oh"? He couldn't exactly tell. And while he was used to the bad BS that Church leveled at him about his kid, he didn't think anything of it because it was the guys; he never cared what they said.
She was different. She was new.]
I mean, we're trying, considering the whole Ambassador-Chosen-One shit. But it wasn't like I was super into it; I just sort of woke up knocked up.
[Tucker doesn't seem particularly bothered by it, but that sounds nightmarish to Kyna. They're not close enough yet for her to feel like she could actually have a conversation with him about it without fumbling it and making an ass of herself, so she just scoots a little closer and peers at the picture again.]
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sure. see you in a bit.
Action?
Plus, she's got Wash's dog tags looped around her neck, and she's not sure if Tucker's going to find that strange. Honestly, there's a lot of things about all of this he might find strange. Whatever. Tucker's matched all of Wash's descriptions so far, so this will probably be chill.]
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Tucker slipped into the speakeasy, his eyes flickering around before landing on her. Sweet. A chick that didn't stand him up. He wove through the crowd, dropping into the saved empty chair, wondering how long it took to get drinks in a place like this.
The light catching the metal forced him to glance at the dogtags, Well, that was a surprise.] Daaaamn, getting serious there, aren't you? I guess this is like the formal meeting of the family now, huh?
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Um... I don't know. I guess we've been through a lot of bullshit together here. But it's not like he proposed or something.
[Kyna kicks the bottom of the bar with the toe of her boot absently.]
What do you want to drink?
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Note: this did not apply to Tucker, in Tucker's mind. Seriously, anyone was allowed to date Tucker. Anyone. In fact, everyone one. Less dating, more banging. Strings just led to complications.]
Anything that gets me stumbling at the end of the night. [He grinned, happy for something to be going right; not much had since he arrived. Sure, Church was here, alive, but they had been fighting like crazy since they saw each other. Fuck. And then murder bots or some shit and this...just wasn't what he wanted it to be.
Really was par for the course.]
He is really good at getting people into way too much bullshit, right?
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[So you've been warned, Tucker. Kyna slips off of her stool and behind the bar, examining the bottles until she finds one that she thinks looks strong but not disgusting.]
Um... I guess it's been a medium amount of bullshit? My friends at home get me into more, probably.
[She hands him a glass. Good luck, Tucker.]
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So, basically, we can do what we want? Sign me up.
[He smiled and took whatever it was she offered him; he hadn't exactly been paying attention. Would it kill him?
What a way to go.
He slammed it back, wrinkled his nose, and set the glass back down. Okay. Not...not horrible. Strong, but not as bad as the shit Grif made.]
Then you haven't been around him long enough. [How much of it was kidding? Hm.]
What's home like for you?
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[Kyna plops back down on the stool, twirling her own glass on the bar.]
Home's, uh... I'm from Earth. It's just got more magic than most people are used to. And it's not... You know. All screwed up.
[By aliens, she means.]
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[Earth. Okay, so they had something in common, at least. You know, other than Wash. He started to nod when he realized--]
Um, people from Earth don't have magic. I should know, because I would have used every invisibility spell out there for women's locker rooms and private time when door locks weren't enough. [Which was pretty much always.]
Try again.
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[She wrinkles her nose and takes a swig.]
My Earth has magic. And no aliens. There are people here from Earths with no magic and no aliens. It's a plane shifting—uh... multiple universe thing.
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[He reached over the bar to grab a bottle. Refill. Perfect. He could get used to a place like this.]
We have enough aliens to share; you want ours? ...well, some of ours; a lot of them aren't so bad once you sit down and get to know them. [So, sayeth the ambassador himself. It was a lesson that had come surprisingly easy for him.] Though they smell fucking awful. Except Junior; he got my scent glands or something.
[Another drink and oh, fuck, that was rancid. His nose wrinkled as he coughed.] Shit.
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If you were looking for someone who was ashamed that he had an alien son? Yeah, you're not finding it.]
Junior's my kid, the one in the middle. He has a full basketball scholarship and got all that talent from me, along with his charm towards the ladies. Once he hits high school, he's going to get all the chicks.
[For once, he didn't sound sarcastic, either.]
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[Kyna peers down at the picture, studying it. She's not weirded out, really. There are plenty of sentient races back home that don't look anything like humans, but she is confused.]
Um... I thought humans and aliens totally hated each other.
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She was different. She was new.]
I mean, we're trying, considering the whole Ambassador-Chosen-One shit. But it wasn't like I was super into it; I just sort of woke up knocked up.
[As if the story couldn't get weirder...]
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[Tucker doesn't seem particularly bothered by it, but that sounds nightmarish to Kyna. They're not close enough yet for her to feel like she could actually have a conversation with him about it without fumbling it and making an ass of herself, so she just scoots a little closer and peers at the picture again.]
What ambassador shit?